Mr. Sabin agreed with her blandly.

“It is,” he affirmed, “a most regrettable incident.”

She leaned a little towards him. The box was not a large one, and their chairs already touched.

“Are you a jealous husband?” she asked.

“Horribly,” he answered.

“Your devotion to Lucille, or rather the singleness of your devotion to Lucille,” she remarked, “is positively the most gauche thing about you. It is—absolutely callow!”

He laughed gently.

“Did I not always tell you,” he said, “that when I did marry I should make an excellent husband?”

“You are at least,” she answered sharply, “a very complaisant one.”

The Prince leaned forward from the shadows of the box.